Chronicles of The Lost Thought: Reactions
DeVars had his day laid tight today and then back at the depths of night, while thinking of something his pencil would etch at his journal - his head began to take leaps on urging his hands - his fingernails to be exact - to give righteous comfort to the itching scalp.
I unrestrainingly took the suggestion and began scratching off the itchy head. The nice feeling of some itch being scratched to death filled in my thoughts... yeah - die annoying irritants... then suddenly the girl's voice came up again, "Ne~ why are you scratching?", the voice leaked out again from his irritated thought.
"Huh... me?", I asked unassumingly - which made me look like I was so clueless on what I was doing on my head. Now that the girl just awakened me out of the primal urge, I quickly took off the wicked hand, fixed my messed hair and reverted my complete attention to my guest. "Heh. it's really itchy. Some gooey slime dropped on my head earlier - I had to wash it off... but still..."
She seamlessly continued what I was supposed to say, as if she was riding my thought till this time, ready to continue to what I have been stopped by shyness, "... it is terribly itchy.", and smiled, "You felt the itch. And you didn't even think. And you scratched. Sounds stupid to me."
I was insulted by the 'stupid' word. There are many other words than 'stupid', and I think she knows a litter of them - just that she intentionally said the word as she thought it was the most apt for me. Her head is getting bigger everytime we meet. "Well - it's not that stupid when you're the one in my shoes.", I quickly retorted with a gash of anger in my simple voice.
My attempt to infuriate her gave in when she replied with a chuckle, then a smile, that hearty smile again... "Heh - it's not. It's just that you're a natural at the comfort category. Rather a softy - to say it blunt.", she winked at me once and then she vanished, the same thing, a bubble burst, a broken dream, hallucination perhaps, to appear at my back.
"Missed me?", she asked once again. From my back. The simple yet complex question - this time, it wasn't as simple as that one she asked before. I didn't bother enough to look back at her face. The answer has already pulled me to make a good response for her.
I am awashed for words - the same confusion - the same silence... though to not keep her from waiting, I answered anyway... and - yes... I didn't even think. It's not that stupid.
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